[19 May 2007|11:51pm] [ mood | tryna relax ] Cant dance like this Fuck money "I'll bring you cover when your cold; You'll bring me youth when i get old." Nothings really great right now. But every things alright. I'm pretty sure. Think I might do some yardwork tomorrow before my dad gets home from camping. So that he may not notice so hard all his beers missing =x tie me down because I'm so spread out right now. that its hard to keep track of myself. network is up telling myself to be easy Arrest Karma Police

Revisiting [17 May 2007|01:25am] [ mood | like the guy in "the wall" ] [ music | Soothsayer by Buckethead ] spend days; hunting for weed smoking weed playing guitar being broke chilling with kirk losing self in self and other things gears of war breaking mad guitar stings yesterday need to replace strings by monday having a party friday yeah whats good finding old poems and writing new ones wondering; if someone knows how weird my stomach feels when I think about them, and how I wish I could have a clue if they still ( I cant even finish this sentence because I never knew) why my knee hurts when it rains am I a creep //////// if you can hear me please tell me if anyone can hear me please tell me if you can hear me please tell me if anyone can hear me please////////// last cigarette til tomorrow. Goodnight and a special goodnight to you Karma Police

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